On the way down the mountain, the sunset is half slanted, the afterglow is veined, and the sunset is intoxicating like wine.

Uesugi Kiyoshi walks very slowly and thinks a lot of things.

Buddhism is indeed flourishing in Japan, so much so that it permeates the clothing, food, housing, and transportation of ordinary people, and is active in TV programs.

Not to mention anything else, monks are simply a profession, and the pay is so good that it makes those white-collar workers who work hard overtime red.

Japanese monks are different from the monks of the Celestial Empire, they can drink wine and eat meat, marry wives and have children, which are widely known not to mention for the time being, but it is said that making money is simply a lot of money.

In modern Japan, in order to bring the people under the jurisdiction of the state, it was stipulated that funerals after death must be carried out in temples.

These are the words that were once written into the law.

Although the Japanese government later ceased to require people to go to temples for funerals, for more than 100 years, going to temples for funerals has become a habit for Japanese people and cannot be easily changed.

This alone is enough to make the vast majority of temples in Japan make a lot of money.

Also, Japanese monks do not have to pay taxes.

This is probably also a custom handed down from the Tang Dynasty of the Celestial Empire, which has been passed down to this day.

In modern times, there are a lot of brain-active masters, the temple has become a kind of "Zen" "amusement center", providing a variety of traditional Buddhist culture for tourists to experience, this method has come out, everyone has followed suit, and the current temple host can basically be equated with the local tyrant.

The Japanese government stipulates that the children of monks can inherit their father's business and become professional monks - this golden job-like thing has become a family business again.

Under this premise, the number and influence of Buddhism are self-evident.

This is also the reason why Hanyu Shinto reminded Uesugi Kiyoshi.

A publishing house once listed Japan's famous temples, and each prefecture listed them.

There are eleven temples in Tokyo on the list, the most famous being Sensoji Temple.

There are sixty-nine in Kyoto.

There are five places that are as famous as Sensoji Temple.

It can be said to be a stronghold of Buddhism and Buddhists.

Although the Hanyu priest has given a rough range, it is not much easier to sift out a monk in that range than to find a needle in a haystack.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't like monks very much, because when he was young, he always felt that being a monk was a profession that was not earned for nothing.

When I grew up, I knew the sinister nature of society, and I understood that there were more people in this world who did not work hard, and the monks were not ranked at all, and the disgust gradually faded, but I definitely didn't like it.

The children who grew up in the Celestial Empire naturally watched a lot of martial arts, and the martial arts of the monks in it also had a lot of yearning.

However, I really haven't fought with the transcendent people of Buddhism.

That piece of skin like gold leaf, Uesugi Kiyoshi crushed it with his own hands.

How to say it... It may be that his Narugami sword qi is a little too sharp, and what "hot weapons are difficult to destroy", he has not experienced it at all.

It's just that the power of the sudden explosion of wind and thunder is really powerful.

With a plan in his mind to go back and gather people and thoroughly investigate the affairs of that area, he walked to the foot of the mountain, and he suddenly had a whim.

A magnetic bass popped into my head.

"I mean, you don't really believe that god's words, do you?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi heard that it was the voice of the drunken boy, he was a little surprised, he groaned for a moment, and said suspiciously: "What do you mean by suddenly coming out and saying such a sentence?" ”

"That priest doesn't look like he's lying to me, and if he did, I'll make him pay."

The wine-swallowing boy snorted lightly.

"He's not lying to you, he's just stupid."

"In ancient times, people would regard thunder and lightning as the wrath of the heavens, and imagine that there was a thunder god who manipulated thunder and lightning to punish sins—and over time, under the gathering of this will, a thunder god was really born."

"But in modern times, educated people know that it's just a natural phenomenon caused by the friction of clouds."

"Vision and knowledge determine the authenticity of a person's words, don't you need me to teach you this truth?"

"That god stick said that this is the Vajra incorruptible Dharma body of those bald donkeys, because he has only seen that thing."

"That doesn't mean he's right."

Uesugi Kiyoshi thought for a moment, and felt that what the wine swallowing boy said still made some sense.

The sudden conversation of this ghost king of the great rivers and mountains was definitely not to squeeze the Hanyu priest, nor could he have come to see his own jokes, he was not such a boring person.

So, he got straight to the point.

"I see, then what can you teach me?"

"You don't just come over and say a few cool words and go back to drink and sleep, right?"

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

The wine-swallowing boy seemed to sigh, and his sigh was full of emotion.

"Do you remember when I told you that my divine body is in Kyoto?"

"I now have the power of the Ghost King, and the power of the Divine Son is sealed in my body, and I can't feel it."

Uesugi Kiyoshi instantly came back to his senses.

He frowned and whispered to himself.

"Could it be... You mean? ”

The wine-swallowing boy didn't let Uesugi Kiyoshi wait too long.

“...”

"Before I became a drunken boy..."

"At that time, I was a monk and the temple was on Mt. Ibuki."

"People say that I am the god of Mt. Ibuki, and I was born to benefit all living beings."

"My Dharma is quite exquisite, much better than those fools in my brothers."

"Therefore, I often sit upright in the Senluo Temple, listening to the distant bells, and bowing down to worship my pilgrims for devotion."

"The bells are the same, the Buddhist scriptures are all thousand, and I am tired of reciting them, but the troubles of the world are varied, and I can't finish it."

"The [sin] in human beings is far beyond my imagination."

"You should know it very well, I'll give you an example, that feeling, it's almost like sinking."

"The difference is that to sink is to indulge in the whispers of ghosts and gods."

"I, on the other hand, am lost in the endless sins of pilgrims."

"As the years passed, the monks grew old one by one, but I was still a teenager, chanting scriptures for pilgrims."

"It coincides with the war between humans and ghosts, the people are separated from each other, and the mountains are full of military flags and bones."

"Hmm... That memory, if it were you, should not be unfamiliar. ”

"I listened and read, and their resentment wrapped around my hands and feet like snakes, whispering in my ear day and night, and as the suffering of the spectators grew, and they kept talking about the absurdity of the world, I was shaken."

"Human faith, like a building, can collapse in an anthill if one negligence is made."

"What have I learned after chanting day and night?"

"The god son of Mount Ibuki, gifted, the essence of Buddhism, has the incorruptible body of Vajra, subdues demons and subdues demons, and guards a side of water and soil."

"So what?"

"I have seen many tragedies happen with my own eyes, the ghosts and gods who are indifferent, the gods of Mt. Ibuki can be stopped by those mortals, but how can I redeem the people who die under the intrigues and butcher's knives of their own kind?"

"I have seen two countries fighting, soldiers raising swords and guns against civilians, I have seen flesh and blood killing each other, brothers dying for a little family property, I have seen wives unchaste, sympathizing with women, murdering their husbands, I have seen sons unfilial and burying their dying parents alive, just to save a mouthful of food."

"Then they wept bitterly before me and confessed their sins."

"Do they know it's wrong?"

"No, they just want to hear my comfort, want to get a little comfort, so as to offset the huge guilt, to live with peace of mind, and even to teach me repeatedly, to get worse, and to make mistakes after mistakes."

"It dawned on me."

"Humans are creatures that go hand in hand with sin, and they are not worthy of my salvation."

"Nope! Value! Get! ”

"In an instant, the resentment accumulated in the past hundred years turned into demonic power, and it poured into my divine body like an empowerment."

"Overnight I changed my appearance, showing ghostly claws and pointed ears, like the evil spirits that pilgrims say."

"I heard the morning bell ringing, and it was dawn."

"When I walked out of the room, the monks and pilgrims fled when they saw my hideous face, not remembering at all that I was the Buddha they revered."

"I don't care about their reactions, my consciousness is chaotic, I just remember the old host who raised me, taught me the Dharma, and taught me the truth of the world."

"I want to ask him why, why is this world like this."

"How can such a common life be saved?"

"I ran towards the old abbot's door, but the door was already rusted, and I realized that he had been dead for many years."

"From that moment on, I was free."

"The Son of God is dead, and the Ghost King is reborn."

Uesugi Kiyoshi silently listened to the narration of the wine swallow and clapped his hands gently.

"Anyway, nice story."

"And then... What you're trying to say is..."

The drunken boy paused and continued to speak.

"What I want to say is that the piece of skin you destroyed before is not the power of the Buddha King Kong at all."

"It's the body of the Son of God who has been wrapped in the demon power of the Ghost King."

"It's too normal for those laymen to not be able to tell the difference between the two, and I have also practiced the Vajra method for hundreds of years, and my strength is the same as that of Buddhism."

"Of course, that's not the essence of my body, otherwise... The mortals of your Collectibles Guild are not immune. ”

"But, at least..."

"Attacker, once touched my divine body!"

There was another long silence.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't seem to expect that this incident would end up involving the wine-swallowing boy.

He stood at the foot of the mountain, looking at the clouds in the red glow and the sunset, his eyes were complicated.

He just had some emotion about the story of the drunken boy.

"Hey, Jiu Tun, I know you should have a lot to hide from me, and I actually have a lot to hide from you."

"But I've been reminded of some things lately."

"Even if you are very disappointed in the human race, but you are still singing, you who charged before me, will help me, right?"

The drunken boy let out an inexplicable "ah", and just wanted to say something, he was interrupted by Uesugi Kiyoshi.

"You just have to say yes or no."

The voice of the drunken boy was gone.

Until exactly five minutes later.

"Of course..."

"Yes!"

"I'm in your Hundred Ghost Scrolls, what's the use of you talking this nonsense?"

Although his attitude was a little bad, Uesugi Kiyoshi still smiled.

"Kyoto, temple, monk, wine swallowing boy."

"Body of the Son of God, an attack on the Collectibles Society."

"Heh..."

"Coincidence?"

"Liar!"

"Anyway, drink and don't worry."

"I'm going to snatch your god body back this time first--you don't have to worry about this body of mine every day, tsk, that sounds disgusting."

The young man's expression was relieved, his steps became brisk, he sat in the business car, and soon rode away.